One of the things that I will always be grateful to my parents for is mandating that I spend two hours every Saturday at the library. They never went with me and really had no idea what I should be reading, but they knew that I should be reading and this was there way to make sure it got done. I spent those Saturdays thumbing through sports biographies, reading about everyone ranging from Manute Bol to Martina Navratilova. It wasn’t until I became an adult that I started reading children’s lit and became acquainted with Sendak’s work. And you know what it was just as mesmerizing as adult as I any adventure I launched upon as a kid…

Now that I teach high school students I can’t help but laugh when I hear the boys pew-pooing today’s heartthrobs. It’s not so much their displays of teenage machismo that I find amusing but how vividly they remind me of how my friends and I used to rail on the young artists our classmates used to crush on. These moments are just another reminder that the more things change the more they stay the same. All this to say I apologize for every cross word I ever uttered toward Tevin Campbell circa 1988-1994.

Can’t wait til Snuggle Biscuit and I can find another sitter so we can sneak away for an evening of dancing

You can take the kid out of the 90s but you can’t take the 90s out if the kid